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Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd August 2015 4:40pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
lepperochan
and case28
Best of the best ... Part II (most commented)
Poetry Contest Description
Post your poem that has the most DUP comments
Got this idea from another competition being hosted by Madi ...
For this one post your poem that has the most comments that is not erotica.
You may post up to two poems, and Yes it can be a prior winner of a DUP competition.
Judging will be done by participants ... If you post something I'll ask you to PM me your first three choices of poems that are not your own.
If you don't vote your piece(s) will not be considered in the final tally.
Points for voting: 10-9-8 for first - second and third.
Also, please ... please take a moment to vote on a few of the abandoned competition pieces.
Thanks
For this one post your poem that has the most comments that is not erotica.
You may post up to two poems, and Yes it can be a prior winner of a DUP competition.
Judging will be done by participants ... If you post something I'll ask you to PM me your first three choices of poems that are not your own.
If you don't vote your piece(s) will not be considered in the final tally.
Points for voting: 10-9-8 for first - second and third.
Also, please ... please take a moment to vote on a few of the abandoned competition pieces.
Thanks
Anonymous
Original piece: http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/212183-nesting/
Nesting
3am
and there is silence.
Gaia has stitched silver buttons
on the tapestry of the sky
they gleam; new pennies
in pockets I call home.
Tonight I am the doe
I see on the stony ridge,
inanimate, soundly aware
of scavengers, soft ghosts
that linger on the spines
of the leaves
her eyes,
dead honey to my wishes,
lightning strikes of leavings,
sonnets of solitude and bile
spiralling in dark crystal pupils
that do not read the years ahead.
I give her gifts of my sorrow,
of names I can only whisper
in darkness such as this
when the moon is full
and I am but a child
sitting on the knees of my father
who sleeps with a heavy sigh
hiding the same black eyes
she gifts me, on this night
as the stars have laid down
to die.
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Written after a very late night in the woods, listening to this: http://youtu.be/p-ca1ocriv0
Nesting
3am
and there is silence.
Gaia has stitched silver buttons
on the tapestry of the sky
they gleam; new pennies
in pockets I call home.
Tonight I am the doe
I see on the stony ridge,
inanimate, soundly aware
of scavengers, soft ghosts
that linger on the spines
of the leaves
her eyes,
dead honey to my wishes,
lightning strikes of leavings,
sonnets of solitude and bile
spiralling in dark crystal pupils
that do not read the years ahead.
I give her gifts of my sorrow,
of names I can only whisper
in darkness such as this
when the moon is full
and I am but a child
sitting on the knees of my father
who sleeps with a heavy sigh
hiding the same black eyes
she gifts me, on this night
as the stars have laid down
to die.
---------------------------------------
Written after a very late night in the woods, listening to this: http://youtu.be/p-ca1ocriv0
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/198035-quemadura/
Quemadura
‘The moment he saw her, he knew everything would burn.’
Anais Nin
I want you naked.
but if you are cold, you will wear my poet shirt.
it’s blue & oversized. it was designed to let the
poetry of my heart expand, & never be restricted.
it’s coarse on the inside, because I am coarse.
if it hurts you, it will be me hurting you,
and you will cherish that hurt.
that woman, that extraordinary woman who was
Anais Nin, said that we write to serenade our lovers.
and so I serenade you with this poem. the poems
you keep will be mine, only mine.
if other men have made poems for you, burn them;
give the ashes to the wind, that they might be scattered.
I will watch the wind, & know that you have done this.
the wind will travel where I cannot,
the place where you are.
the place that you hate.
love is a house made of straw, the frail shack in which you hide.
my lust is fire, hotter than the walls of Hell, & with that fire,
I will burn down your sanctuary,
to steal you for my craven hunger.
I say these things because I am mad –
mad with desire for you…
(Art by James Avati)
Quemadura
‘The moment he saw her, he knew everything would burn.’
Anais Nin
I want you naked.
but if you are cold, you will wear my poet shirt.
it’s blue & oversized. it was designed to let the
poetry of my heart expand, & never be restricted.
it’s coarse on the inside, because I am coarse.
if it hurts you, it will be me hurting you,
and you will cherish that hurt.
that woman, that extraordinary woman who was
Anais Nin, said that we write to serenade our lovers.
and so I serenade you with this poem. the poems
you keep will be mine, only mine.
if other men have made poems for you, burn them;
give the ashes to the wind, that they might be scattered.
I will watch the wind, & know that you have done this.
the wind will travel where I cannot,
the place where you are.
the place that you hate.
love is a house made of straw, the frail shack in which you hide.
my lust is fire, hotter than the walls of Hell, & with that fire,
I will burn down your sanctuary,
to steal you for my craven hunger.
I say these things because I am mad –
mad with desire for you…
(Art by James Avati)
Vampyre
So succulent
the slender
slope of flesh
that travels to your
clavicle
where the constellations
of my cravings
course and coalesce
So intoxicating
is your
incense
inflaming my senses
firing fervid
frenzied fevered
fingers flaming
through my frame
sated only by
incisors sinking
savagely
in your skin
Life leeched
lustfully
lingering liquidly
lovely
pulsating
prettily pouring
perfectly
poetically
Destined
drink
of death
Divine.
Written by harliequin
Published 30th July 2015 11:47am
- Last modified 30th July 2015 1:58pm
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http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/211914-vampyr/
So succulent
the slender
slope of flesh
that travels to your
clavicle
where the constellations
of my cravings
course and coalesce
So intoxicating
is your
incense
inflaming my senses
firing fervid
frenzied fevered
fingers flaming
through my frame
sated only by
incisors sinking
savagely
in your skin
Life leeched
lustfully
lingering liquidly
lovely
pulsating
prettily pouring
perfectly
poetically
Destined
drink
of death
Divine.
Written by harliequin
Published 30th July 2015 11:47am
- Last modified 30th July 2015 1:58pm
likes 3 • reading list entries 0
• comments 8 • reads 22
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/211914-vampyr/
Old Man Scarecrow
Old Man Scarecrow
I see you shake your cup
I hear the coins a-jingling
I smell that you gave up
Old Man Scarecrow
what tragedy befell
that brought you to the shame of this
desolate dirty hell
Old Man Scarecrow
no strength to tell your tale
but just enough to hold your cup
and beg with a faint wail
Old Man Scarecrow
there's not much I can do
when pity-given money wastes
on crack rocks and cheap booze
Written by harliequin
Published 14th August 2015 3:21pm
likes 3 • reading list entries 0
• comments 8 • reads 15
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/213302-old-man-scarecrow/
Old Man Scarecrow
I see you shake your cup
I hear the coins a-jingling
I smell that you gave up
Old Man Scarecrow
what tragedy befell
that brought you to the shame of this
desolate dirty hell
Old Man Scarecrow
no strength to tell your tale
but just enough to hold your cup
and beg with a faint wail
Old Man Scarecrow
there's not much I can do
when pity-given money wastes
on crack rocks and cheap booze
Written by harliequin
Published 14th August 2015 3:21pm
likes 3 • reading list entries 0
• comments 8 • reads 15
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/213302-old-man-scarecrow/
Limerick Rake
I miss your presence
in a way I can't explain
your clever retorts
always making me laugh
though I feel a chasm between us now
one that I dare not cross
I reflect as another cigarette burns low
paranoia maybe, I don't know
though I feel a heavy feeling in my chest
pressing upon me making it difficult to breathe
enamored with you for so long my friend
the first to see me for who I truly am
with your keen observations
stood by me when I was just getting to my feet
I guess there comes a time when we must stand alone
I'm nothing more than what you see
exposed and raw on the page
hiding at times behind a façade
that you see through all so clearly
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/159416-limerick-rake/
I miss your presence
in a way I can't explain
your clever retorts
always making me laugh
though I feel a chasm between us now
one that I dare not cross
I reflect as another cigarette burns low
paranoia maybe, I don't know
though I feel a heavy feeling in my chest
pressing upon me making it difficult to breathe
enamored with you for so long my friend
the first to see me for who I truly am
with your keen observations
stood by me when I was just getting to my feet
I guess there comes a time when we must stand alone
I'm nothing more than what you see
exposed and raw on the page
hiding at times behind a façade
that you see through all so clearly
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/159416-limerick-rake/
Whisper
Hiding from you
in plain sight
not uttering a word
and saying too much
I dare not speak
lest I crumble
and fall apart
Still I whisper
in your ear
can you hear me?
Fading into the distance
lonely without your friendship
I wonder when did I start
trembling in your presence
I long to reach out to you
but I hold myself tight
afraid of what you might say
You've beguiled my mind
with your poetic roughness
entering me with your verse
No I dare not speak
lest I crumble
and fall into
passionate eyes
that have seduced my soul
My heart beating hard
as I write these lines
shaking like a little girl
will you hear me
as I spill myself upon the page?
Or will you forever close
the door on the
lust I feel for you?
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/139100-whisper/
Hiding from you
in plain sight
not uttering a word
and saying too much
I dare not speak
lest I crumble
and fall apart
Still I whisper
in your ear
can you hear me?
Fading into the distance
lonely without your friendship
I wonder when did I start
trembling in your presence
I long to reach out to you
but I hold myself tight
afraid of what you might say
You've beguiled my mind
with your poetic roughness
entering me with your verse
No I dare not speak
lest I crumble
and fall into
passionate eyes
that have seduced my soul
My heart beating hard
as I write these lines
shaking like a little girl
will you hear me
as I spill myself upon the page?
Or will you forever close
the door on the
lust I feel for you?
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/139100-whisper/
- - - WARRIOR'S DEATH - - -
My path is laid before me,
But is forked, left to right.
One of clear skies
And one of mist,
Which will lead me
To my rest?
Odin, I pray to you,
In your wisdom,
Show me the way
So I may stay
On the right track.
You suffered for me
So I beg you suffer
My ignorance.
I seek only to find
My way to your hall
And await the day
Of Ragnarök.
Where I may fight
By the side
Of the Gods
And die
My warrior’s death.
(c) 2013 Frank Green
My path is laid before me,
But is forked, left to right.
One of clear skies
And one of mist,
Which will lead me
To my rest?
Odin, I pray to you,
In your wisdom,
Show me the way
So I may stay
On the right track.
You suffered for me
So I beg you suffer
My ignorance.
I seek only to find
My way to your hall
And await the day
Of Ragnarök.
Where I may fight
By the side
Of the Gods
And die
My warrior’s death.
(c) 2013 Frank Green
- - - THE BADDEST MOTHERFUCKER - - -
When I burst from the womb
I was clad in leather and chains
Spiked metal studs and pitiless eyes
Eagerly awaiting the pleasurable pain
When the doctor slapped me
I couldn’t take that, so I kicked his ass
Laid his broken body out
And fucked every nurse to the last
I am…
The Baddest Motherfucker In The World
Like a devil with his wings unfurled
For the ladies there’s no resistance
So, fellas, keep your distance
I have let my leather wings unfurl
‘Cuz I’m…
The Baddest Motherfucker In The World
In high school there were no problems
I just put my boots to necks
When I walked in, the panties dropped
Then I laid them on their backs
I was driving before my nuts fell
The roads are my war zone
A cop once stopped me, but I
Gave him a warning, told him to watch his tone
I am…
The Baddest Motherfucker In The World
Like a devil with his wings unfurled
For the ladies there’s no resistance
So, fellas, keep your distance
I have let my leather wings unfurl
‘Cuz I’m…
The Baddest Motherfucker In The World
I don’t drink beer
It tastes like water
I don’t smoke shit
I’m too high for that
I jack off to UFC
‘Cuz all I see are pussies
Don’t stand in my way
I. WILL. FUCK. YOU. UP.
I drive around in Megatron
I am the fist of Hell
Celebs want to be me
I have no soul to sell
I toss you a sneer
So you can fall from grace
When in my presence
Chuck Norris knows his place
I am…
The Baddest Motherfucker In The World
Like a devil with his wings unfurled
For the ladies there’s no resistance
So, fellas, keep your distance
I have let my leather wings unfurl
‘Cuz I’m…
The Baddest Motherfucker In The World
(c) 2013 Frank Green
When I burst from the womb
I was clad in leather and chains
Spiked metal studs and pitiless eyes
Eagerly awaiting the pleasurable pain
When the doctor slapped me
I couldn’t take that, so I kicked his ass
Laid his broken body out
And fucked every nurse to the last
I am…
The Baddest Motherfucker In The World
Like a devil with his wings unfurled
For the ladies there’s no resistance
So, fellas, keep your distance
I have let my leather wings unfurl
‘Cuz I’m…
The Baddest Motherfucker In The World
In high school there were no problems
I just put my boots to necks
When I walked in, the panties dropped
Then I laid them on their backs
I was driving before my nuts fell
The roads are my war zone
A cop once stopped me, but I
Gave him a warning, told him to watch his tone
I am…
The Baddest Motherfucker In The World
Like a devil with his wings unfurled
For the ladies there’s no resistance
So, fellas, keep your distance
I have let my leather wings unfurl
‘Cuz I’m…
The Baddest Motherfucker In The World
I don’t drink beer
It tastes like water
I don’t smoke shit
I’m too high for that
I jack off to UFC
‘Cuz all I see are pussies
Don’t stand in my way
I. WILL. FUCK. YOU. UP.
I drive around in Megatron
I am the fist of Hell
Celebs want to be me
I have no soul to sell
I toss you a sneer
So you can fall from grace
When in my presence
Chuck Norris knows his place
I am…
The Baddest Motherfucker In The World
Like a devil with his wings unfurled
For the ladies there’s no resistance
So, fellas, keep your distance
I have let my leather wings unfurl
‘Cuz I’m…
The Baddest Motherfucker In The World
(c) 2013 Frank Green
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The Meeting....
They pass each other in the street
She feels a connection
Consanguinity
She turns, so does he
Their eyes lock in recognition
Drawn together
She, the magnet
He, the iron filings
Their beings surrounded
By a haunting melody
There they stand
Not touching
But close enough
Their energy fields merging
I watch
It is their time
To meet, to be together
My job is done
Happiness Kept Raw
Options are choices that make a tangled mess of toxins
Create, create; stolen from the ghost of the night
Knowing and growing, glowing if so
I promised her one thing, happiness kept raw
I didn't mean to break so easily, caged in with fear
Which direction shall we go?
It's your toy of mysterious magic
Clap, parade around like you're the bear of sound
Roar of the tiger, who's left to watch
Pessimism taking place of reality
Craving attention, starving for beauty
While he takes out his pain in the worst way
Allowing us, you and I, to grip the fear within
Bitter while licking the tips of tongues
What does this even mean?
Im drunk in the first place
I don't give a damn about your actuality
We're all leaving this place eventually
Heaven and hell haven't caught up with me
Options are choices that make a tangled mess of toxins
Create, create; stolen from the ghost of the night
Knowing and growing, glowing if so
I promised her one thing, happiness kept raw
I didn't mean to break so easily, caged in with fear
Which direction shall we go?
It's your toy of mysterious magic
Clap, parade around like you're the bear of sound
Roar of the tiger, who's left to watch
Pessimism taking place of reality
Craving attention, starving for beauty
While he takes out his pain in the worst way
Allowing us, you and I, to grip the fear within
Bitter while licking the tips of tongues
What does this even mean?
Im drunk in the first place
I don't give a damn about your actuality
We're all leaving this place eventually
Heaven and hell haven't caught up with me
